“I’m from North Carolina.” She exaggerated her southern accent into a soft drawl. “We lived in Tennessee when I was small, though. I’m majoring in English with a minor in Philosophy — kind of by accident.” Shifting her shoulder under the bag, she added, “I do swim, but after one season I decided I’d rather focus on my schoolwork.” Summer eyed Tony up and down. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
“Am I old enough to drink? Yes. Am I old enough to drink legally? That’s an entirely different question,” he grinned. “Philosophy huh?” He scratched his head. “So you like to think about stuff and things like that?”
“I just end up thinking about a lot of things,” she said, self-deprecating. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to, I just picked up some classes that looked interesting to fill out my schedule and then my advisor pointed out that if I took the two basic philo classes I’d have a minor. I’ll pick those up when they stop conflicting with my writing classes.”
“I’m more of a science kid myself,” Tony said. “Engineering mostly. Biology bores the shit out of me.” He laughed, scratching his head. “Like who cares how cells work? As long as mine are alive and well and doing what they’re supposed to be doing I don’t care.”
“Eeeeh.” Summer opened the door to the coffee shop, flicking a salute to the girl behind the counter. “I like science a lot, but the math is overwhelming. I mean, okay, algebra is pretty simple, but eventually you get to a lot of rules that just aren’t that intuitive, and I’d /much/ rather work in concepts and leave the math to someone else.”
“I’m like the exact opposite.” Tony smiled. “I hate concepts; I like fact. I like things to be they way they are: no ifs ands or buts.” He laughed looking at the menu behind the counter. “So what’s good here?”
“You’re what I needed for that fucking Intro to Physics class. Ugh. The muffins are amazing. I’m having hot chocolate. SUGAR!”
“I think I’ll pass on the hot chocolate.” Tony smiled. “I like my coffee like my heart. Black and bitter.” He laughed.
Summer laughed so hard she choked. “That is /such/ a lie,” she finally managed, trying to smother her giggles in her hand. “Try again, Tony.”